By Wesley Hague

Tell this tale, about this Goat
In this poem, that I wrote
A Goat, noble, tall, and bold
Such a wonder, to behold.
Horns, aloft, noble proud
It echoing cry, oh so loud.
Its white soft furry coat.
What a beast, such a goat
Stronger then a horde of men
Yet more tender than a hen.

Unbeaten, unconquered, a perfect foe
The Goat of Goats, brings my heart to woe.
To stand, to fight, to bring a spear to bear.
For ones own life, he must not care
Hero of men, verses hero of hoof
Would common weapons be enough?

It would start with thunderous charge
A distant threat, suddenly so large.
Again it comes, its horns in place.
As a heart, trembles past its pace.
Metal to horn, yet metal gives way
This is its place, to rear and stay.

If you were, to meet this very goat
please flee with haste, to the nearest boat
A legend, a tale, a myth you think?
I will not say, I will not wink.
I’ve told this tale, about this Goat
In this poem, that I wrote